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Here’s a question for all you ethics experts out there.

The Missus and I bought a new car seat for lugnut. So now we have an extra seat that we don’t need. It’s at least six years old and is showing its age. On its back is printed a warning stating not to use the seat past December 2004. It still works, however and could be given to charity for somebody else to use.

So the dilema is this: Do I throw it away, or do I give it to charity?

It is very well worn. The manufacturer warns against using it any longer. It’s a potential danger, evidently. How could I lay that death trap on some family that can’t afford any better? Good grief!

(I’d also have to clean it up before I took off to said charity, if I so choose.)

Of course we’ve been using it for two years past its prime with no problems. It appears structurally sound. A good bath might do it wonders. (I’d have to bathe it. That’s the strongest argument in favor of el dumpo, so far.) Why should I make the charity’s decision for them? If they think it’s crap, let them throw it away. I’ll just be prematurely adding more junk to our overjunked landfills, if I throw it away now before all its potential is used up. Al Gore is shedding tears right now at the horror that thought. (I don’t believe he uses this internet. I think he uses internet 26 sub 7. So chances are he’s totally unaware of this unfolding moral… choice.)

Seriously, What do you all think? Should I take it off to the dump or over to charity? I suppose I could bronze it and mount it onto the hood of my truck for a makeshift hood ornament. Dude, wait a minute! A bronzed carseat would look great on a Mazada 6. Heh…

[edit: That’s Mazda 3, not Mazada 6. Those are crap cars anyway.]

He is not a number!  He is a free man!

Poison Ivy?

You tell me.

I’ve always loved the Peanuts, especially the holiday TV episodes. So, I was happily surprised when I ran across this collection at the library the other day. There’s something fantastically sharper about those early Peanuts cartoons, than what I grew up with.

Here’s one I’d love to have printed onto a t-shirt.

Maybe it’s that Charlie Brown reminds me of Pac-Man.

I had a talk with Roane State, we mentioned old times, drank some beer, got in a fist fight, cried, spent the night in jail, and finally agreed to live and let live. The AT charm wins again.
In other words, that VP of Financial Aid winked and gave me the all clear.

Thanks for all your support, you all get to watch me fail in real time!
No, seriously, I’m gonna do well. GAC will hurt me if I don’t…